 | Monsieur D'Olive |  |
Actus secundi
Scena prima.
Enter Digue, Licette, with Tapers.Dig.
What an order is this? Eleuen a clocke at night
is our Ladies morning, and her houre to rise at, as in the
morning it is other Ladies houre: these Tapers are our
Sunnes, with which we call her from her bed. But I pray
thee Licette what makes the virgin Ladie, my Ladies sister,
breake wind so continually, and sigh so tempestuously, I
beleeue shees in loue?
Lycet.
With whom, can you tell?
Dig.
Not very well, but certes thats her disease, a man
may cast her water in her face: The truth is, t'is no matter
what she is, for there is little goodnesse in her, I could neuer
yet finger one Cardicue of her bountie: And indeed all
bountie now adayes is dead amongst Ladies. This same
Bonitas is quite put downe amongst am. But see, Now we
shall discouer the heauinesse of this virgine Ladie, Ile eauesdroppe,
and if it be possible, heare who is her Louer: For
when this same amorous spirit possesses these young people,
they haue no other subiect to talke of.
Enter Marcellina and Euryone.
Eur.
O sister, would that matchlesse Earle euer haue
wrongd his wife with iealousie?
Mar.
Neuer.
Eury.
Good Lord what difference is in men? but such
a man as this was euer seen to loue his wife, euen after death
so dearely, to liue with her in death? To leaue the world
and all his pleasures: all his friends and honours, as all were
nothing, now his wife is gone, is it not strange?
Eaceeding strange.
Evry:
But sister should not the noble man be Chronicled
if he had right, I pray you sister, should he not?
Mar:
Yes, yes he should.
Evry:
But did you euer heare of such a Noble gentleman:
did you sister?
Mar:
I tell you no:
Evry:
And doe you not delight to heare him spoken
of? and prais'd, and honord?
Doe you not Madame?
Mar.
What should I say? I doe;
Evry:
Why very well: and should not euery woman
that loues the Soueraigne honour of her Sexe delight to
heare him praisd as well as wee.
Mvg:
Yet againe, who euer heard one talke so?
Evry:
Talk so? Why should not euery Lady talke so?
You thinke belike I loue you loue the Noble man:
Heauen is my iudge if I: indeede his loue
And honour to his Wife so after death:
Would make a Fayry loue him, yet not loue.
But thinke the better of him, and sometimes,
Talke of his loue or so; But you know Maddam:
I cald her sister, and if I loue him,
It is but as my Brother I protest.
An other within.
Vavd.
Let me come in; Sir you mvst not enrer:
Mar.
What rude disordred noise is that within?
Lycit.
I know not Maddam,
Diq.
How now;
Sic:
Whers my Lady?
Mar.
What hast with you?
Sic:
Maddame thers one at doore that askes to speake
with you, admittes no answere but will enforce his passage
to yodr honor.
what insolent guest is that?
Evry.
Who should he be;
That is so ignorant of your worth and custome:
Enter an other Seruant.
2 Lec.
Maddam her sone hath drawne his rapier on vs
and will come in he sayes.
Mar.
Tis is strange Rudenes,
What is his name, doe you not know the man?
Sig.
No Maddam, tis too darke.
Mar.
Then take a light,
See if you know him, if not raise the streetes
Exit Lycitte walkes with a candle.
Evry.
And keepe the doore safe: what nightwalker'
this, that hath not light enough to see his rudenes.
Enter Lycitte in hast.
Lycyt.
O Maddame tis the Noble gentleman,
Monsieur VANDOME, your Seruant.
Evry:
Is it he? is he returnd?
Mar:
Hast commend me to him tel him I may not nor
will not see him: for I haue vowd the contrary to all.
Lycit.
Maddam, we told him so a hundred times
yet he will enter:
[within]
Within:
Hold, hold, keepe him back there:
Mar:
What rudenes what strange insolence is this:
Enter VANDOME.
Vand:
What hower is this? what fashion? what sad life?
What superstition of vnholy vow?
What place is this? O shall it ere be said
Such perfect Iudgement should be drownd in Humor?
Such beauty consecrate to Batts and Owles:
Here lyes the weapon that enforst my passage,
Sought in my loue, sought in regard of you:
From whom I will indure a thousand deaths,
Rather then suffer you to perish thus
And be the fable of the scornefull world;
Yf I offend you Lady kill me now,
What shall I say? Ahlas my worthy Seruant,
I would to God I had not liu'd to be
A fable to the worlde, a shame to thee.
Vand
Deare mistris heare me & forbeare these humors.
M.ar
Forbeare your vaine disswasions
Vand.
shall your iudgement?
Mar.
I will not heare a word.
Exit Mard:
Vvni:
Strange will in women;
Exit Marc.
What sayes my honorable virgin sister?
How is it you can brooke, this Batt-like life?
And sit as one withovt life?
Evry:
Would I were,
If any man would kill me, I'de forgiue him,
Van.
O true fit of a maiden Melancholy?
Whence comes it, louely sister?
Evr:
In my minde:
Your selfe hath small occasion to be merry:
That are arriu'd don such a haples Shore:
As beares the dead waight of so deare a Sister:
For whose decease being my deare Sister vow'd.
I shall for euer leade this desolate life.
Van.
Now heauen forbid; women in Loue with women;
Loues fire shines with too mutuall a refraction,
And both wayes weakens his colde beames too much:
To pierce so deeply tis not for her I know
that you are thus impassiond.
Evr:
For her I would be sworne and for her husband,
Van:
I mary Sir, a quick man may doe much,
In theise kinde of impressions.
Evr:
See how Idely.
You vnderstand me? theise same travailers,
That can liue any where, make iests of any thing:
And cast so farre from home, for nothing else:
But to learne how they may cast of their friends,
She had a husband does not cast her of so:
O tis a rare, a Noble gentleman.
In your young bloud then a dead womans Loue:
Evry:
No, ile be sworne:
Vand:
Why is it possible.
That you, whose frolicke brest wa: euer filde,
With all the spitits of a mirthfull Lady:
Shovld be with such a sorrow so transform'd?
Your most sweet hand in touch of Instruments:
Turnd to pick strawes, and fumble vpon Rushes;
Your heauenly voice, turnd into heauy sighes,
And your rare wit to in a manner tainted.
This cannot be, I know some other cause,
Fashions this strange effect, and that my selfe:
Am borne to find it out and be your cure:
In any wound it forceth whatsoeuer,
But if you wil not, tell me at your perill.
Evry:
Brother.
Vand.
Did you call?
Evry:
No tis no matter.
Vand:
So then:
Evry:
Doe you heare?
Assur'd you are my kind and honor'd Brother,
Ile tell you all:
Vand:
O will you doe so then?
Evry.
you will be secret?
Vand:
Secret? ist a secret?
Evey:
No tis a triffle that torments one thus:
Did euer man aske such a question,
When he had brought a woman to this passe?
Vand:
What tis no Treason is it?
Evry:
Treason quoth he?
Vand:
Well if it be, I will engage my quarters.
With a faire Ladies euer, tell the secret.
Evry:
Attending oftentimes the Duke & Dutchesse.
To visit the most passionate Earle your Brother:
Vand:
Well said put in that,
Evry.
Put it in? why? y'faith y'are such a man,
Ile tell no further, you are changed indeede.
A trauaile quoth you?
Vand:
Why what meanes this?
Come Lady fourth, I would not loose the thankes
The credit and the honor I shall haue:
For that most happy Good I know in Fate,
I am to furnish thy desires withall:
For all this house in Gold.
Evry.
Thanke you good Brother:
Attending (as I say) the Duke and Dutchesse
To the sad Earle.
Vand:
That noble gentleman?
Evry:
Why I, is he not?
Vand:
Beshrew my hart else,
The Earle quoth you, he cast not of his Wife.
Evry:
Nay looke you now,
Vand:
Why does he pray?
Evry:
Why no:
Van.
Foorth then I pray, you louers louers are so captious.
Evry:
When I obseru'n his constancie in Loue:
His honor of his deere wiues memory,
His woe for her, his life with her in death:
I grew in loue, euen with his very mind.
Vand:
O with his mind?
Evr:
I by my soule no more,
Vand:
A good mind certainly is a good thing:
And a good thing you know.
Evr:
That is the chiefe:
The body wlthout that, Ahlas is nothing:
And this his mind cast such a fier into me:
That it hath halfe consum'd me, since it lou'd
His Wife so dearely, that was deere to me.
And euer I am saying to my selfe:
That had her honord place in his true loue:
But as for me I know I haue no reason.
To hope for such a honor at his hands.
Vand:
What at the Earles hands: I thinke so indeede,
Heauen I beseech thee was your loue so simple:
T'n flame it selfe with him? why hee's a husband:
For any Princesse any Queene or Empresse:
The Ladies of this land would teare him peece-meale:
(As did the drunken Froes, the Thratian Harper)
To mary but a lymbe, a looke of him,
Heauens my sweet comfort: Set your thoughts on him?
Evr.
O cruell man, dissembling trauailer,
Euen now you took vpon you to be sure
It was in you to satisfie my longings,
And whatsoeuer t'were, you would procure it,
O you were borne to doe me good, you know.
You would not loose the credit and the honor.
You should haue by my satisfaction?
For all this house in Gold the very Fates,
And you were all one in your power to help me.
And now to come and wonder at my folly.
Mocke me? and make my Loue impossible
Wretch that I was, I did not keepe it in,
Van.
Alas poore sister; when a greefe is growne.
Full home, and to the deepest then it breakes.
And ioy (Sunn like] out of a black cloude shineth.
But couldst thou thinke yfaith I was in earnest:
To esteeme any man without the reach
Of thy far-shooting, beauties any name?
Too Good to subscribe to Evrione:
Here is my hand, if euer I were thought
A gentleman or would be still esteemd so
I will so vertuously solicite for thee:
And with such cunning wind into his heart,
That I sustaine no doubt I shall dissolue
On rationall loue, and graue Philosophy,
I know my sight will cheere him at the heart:
In whom a quick forme of my deare deade Sister
Will fire his heauy spirrits. And all this
May worke that change in him, that nothing else
Hath hope to ioy in, and so farewel Sister
Some few dayes hence, ile tell thee how I speed.
Evr.
Thankes honord Brother: but you shall not goe
before you dine with your best loued Mistris.
Vand:
In to dinner now?
Midnight would blush, at that farewell, farewell:
Evr:
Deere Brother doe but drinke or tast a Banquet
y-faith I haue most excellent conserues
You shall come in, in earnest, stay a little
Or will you drinke some Cordial stilld waters,
After your trauel, pray thee worthy brother
Vpon my loue you shall stay? sweet now enter.
Vand:
Not for the world, commend my humble seruice,
And vse all meanes to bring abroad my Mistris.
Evr:
I will in sadnes; farewell happy brother.
Exeunt.
Enter Phillip. Gveaq. Ieronnime. & Mvgeron. GveaQ. & Iero. sit down to worke
Phil.
Come Mvgeron, where is this worthy statesman,
That you and Rhoderique would perswade:
To be our worthy Agent into France,
The couller we shal lay on it t'inter,
The body of the long deceased Countesse,
The French Kings neece, whom her kind husband keepes
With such great cost, and care from buriall:
Will shew as probable as can be thought.
Thinke you he can be gotten to performe it
Mvg:
Feare not my Lo: The wizzard is as forward,
To vsurpe greatnes, as all greatnes is:
To abuse vertue, or as riches honor.
You cannot loade the Asse with too much honor.
Will giue him to your highnes for your foote-cloth:
Phil:
How happens it, he liud conceald so long,
Mvg.
It is his humor sir; for he sayes still,
His iocund mind loues pleasure aboue honor,
His swindge of liberty, aboue his life,
It is not safe (sayes he] to build his nest
So neere the Eagle, his mind is his Kingdome
His chamber is a Court, of all good witts,
And many such rare sparkes of Resolution,
He blesseth his most loued selfe withall,
As presently, your excellence shall heare.
But this is one thing I had halfe forgotten.
With which your highnes needs must be prepar'd,
I haue discourst with him about the office:
Of an Ambassador, and he stands on this.
That when he once hath kist your Highnes hand,
And taken his dispatch he then presents:
Your Highnes parson, hath your place and power,
Must put his hat on, vse you, as you him:
That you may see before he goes how well,
He can assume your presence and your greatnes
Phil.
And will he practise his new state before vs?
Mvg:
I and vpon you too, and kisse your Dutchesse,
As you vse at your parting.
Phil:
Out vpon him, she will not let him kisse her
Mvg:
He will kîsse her, to doe your parson right,
Phil:
It will be excellent:
She shall not know this till he offer it:
Mvg:
See see, he comes,
Enter Rhod: Mons: Doliue & Pacque.
Rho.
Heere is the gentleman
Your highnes doth desire to doe you honor
In the presenting of your princely parson
And going Lord Ambassador to'th French King,
Is this the gentleman whose worth so highly
You recommend to our election?
Ambo:
This is the man my Lord
Phil:
Wee vnderstand Sir:
We haue beene wrongd, by being kept so long
From notice of your honorable parts
Wherein your country claimes a deeper intrest
Then your meere priuate selfe; what makes wise Nature
Fashion in men thiese excellent perfections
Of haughty courage, great wit, wisedome incredible
Doli:
It pleaseth your good excellence to say so
Phi:
But that she aymes therein at publique good
And you in duty thereto of your selfe
Ought to haue made vs tender of your parts
And not entombe them tirant-like aliue
Rho:
We for our parts, my Lord are not in fault,
For we haue spurnd him forward euermore
Letting him know how fit an instrument
He was to play vpon in stately Musique.
Mvg.
And if he had bin ought else but an Asse
Your Grace ere this time long had made him great
Did not we tell you this?
Doli:
Oftentimes,
But sure my honord Lord the times before
Were not as now they be, thankes to our fortune
That we inioy so sweet and wise a prince
As is your gratious selfe; for then t'was pollicie
To keepe all wits or hope still vnder hatches
Farre from the Court, least their exceeding parts
Should ouer shine those that were then in place
And t'was our happines, that we might liue so
For in that freely choos'd obscuritie
Wee found our safetie, which men most of Note
Many times lost, and I ahlas for my part,
Shrunk my despised head in my poore shell
For your learnd excellence, I know knows well.
Phi.
Twas much you could containe your selfe, that had
So great meanes to haue liu'd in greater place
Dol:
Faith Sir I had a poore roofe or a paint-house
To shade me from the Sunne, and three or foure tyles
To shrow'd me from the Rayne, and thought my selfe
As private as I had King Giris Ring
And could haue gone invisible, yet saw all
That past our states rough Sea both neere and farre,
There saw I our great Galliasses tost
Vpon the wallowing waues, vp with one billow
And then downe with another: Our great men
Like to a Masse of clowds that now seeme like
An Elephant, and straight wayes like an Oxe
And then a Mouse, or like those changeable creatures
That liue in the Burdello, now in Satten
To morrow next in Stammell.
When I sate all this while in my poore cell
Secure of lightning, or the sodaine Thunder
Conuerst with the poore Muses, gaue a scholler
Forty or fiftie crownes a yeare to teach me
And prate to me about the predicables
When indeede my thoughts flew a higher pitch
Then Genus and Species as by this tast
I hope your highnes happyly perceiues
And shall hereafter more at large approue
If any worthy oportunitie
Make but her fore topp subiect to my hold
And so I leaue your Grace to the tuition.
Of him that made you.
Rho:
Soft good Sir I pray:
What sayes your Excellence to this gentleman?
Haue I not made my word good to your highnes?
Phi:
Well Sir, how euer Enuious policie
Hath rob'd? my predicessors of your seruice
You must not scape my hands, that haue design'd
T'is not vnknowne vnto you; with what griefe
Wee take the sorrow of the Earle Saint Anne
For his deceased wife; with whose dead sight
Hee feeds his passion, keeping her from right
Of christian buriall, to make his eyes
Doe pennance by their euerlasting teares
For loosing the deare sight of her quick bewties
Dol:
Well spoke y-faith, your grace must giue me leaue
To praise your witt, for faith tis rarely spoken
Phil.
The better for your good commendation
But Sir your Ambassy to the French King
Shall be to this effect; thus you shall say
Dol:
Not so, your Excellence shall pardon me
I will not haue my tale put in my mouth
If you'le deliuer me your mind in grose
Why so I shall expresse it as I can
I warrant you t'wilbe sufficient.
Phil:
T'is very good, then Sir my will in grose
Is that in pitty of the sad Countes case
The King would aske the body of his Neece
To giue it Funerall fitting her high blood,
Which (as your selfe requires and reason wills)
I leaue to be enforst and amplyfied
With all the Ornaments of Arte and Nature
Which flowes I see in your sharp intellect
Dol:
Ahlas you cannot see't in this short time
But there be, some not far hence that haue seene
And heard me too ere now: I could haue wisht
Your highnes presence in a priuat Conuenticle
At what time the high point of state was handled?
Phil:
What was the point?
Dol:
It was my happ to make a number there
My selfe (as euery other Gentleman)
Beeing interested in that graue affayre
Where I deliuer'd my opinion: how well?
What was the matter pray
The matter, Sir.
Was of an antient subiect, and yet newly
Cald into question; And t'was this in breefe
We sate as I remember all in rowt,
All sorts of men together,
A Squier and a Carpenter, a Lawier and a Sawier.
A Marchant and a Broker, a Iustice and a peasant
and so forth without all difference
Phil:
But what was the matter?
Dol,
Faith a stale argument though newly handled
And I am fearefull I shall shame my selfe:
The subiect is so thred bare
Phil:
Tis no matter be as it wil go to ye point I pray,
Dol:
Then thus it is: the question of estate
(Or the state of the question) was in briefe
whether in an Aristocratic
Or in a Democriticall estate
Tobacco might be brought to lawfull vse
But had you heard the excellent speeches there
Touching this part:
Mvg:, Rho:
Pray thee to the point
Dol:
First to the point then,
Vpstart a weauer, blowne vp b'inspiration
That had borne office in the congregation
A little fellow and yet great in spirit
I neuer shall forget him; for he was
A most hot liuer'd enemie to Tobacco
His face was like the ten of Diamonds
Pointed each where with pushes, and his Nose
Was like the Ase of clubs (which I must tell you
Was it that set him, and Tobacco first at such hot Enmitie
for that nose of his (acccording to the Puritannick cut] hauing
a narrow bridge, and this Tobacco: being in drink durst
not passe by and finding stopt his narrow passage fled backe
as it came and went away in Pett.
Iust cause of quarrell
Phi:
But pray thee briefely say what said the weauer
Dol:
The weauer Sir much like a virginall iack
Start nimbly vp; the culler of his beard
I scarse remember; but purblind he was
With the GENEVA print, and wore one eare
Shorter then tother for a difference
Phi:
A man of very open note it seemes
Dol:
He was so Sir, and hotly he envaid
Against Tobacco (with a most strong breath
For he had eaten garlicke the same morning
As t'was his vse partly against ill ayres
Partly to make his speeches sauorie
Said t'was a pagan plant, a prophane weede
And a most sinful smoke, that had no warrant
Out of the word; inuented sure by Sathan
In theise our latter dayes, to cast a mist
Before mens eyes, that they might not behold
The grosenes of olde superstition
Which is as t'were deriu'd into the church
From the fowle sinke of Romish popery
And that it was a iudgement? on our land
That the svbstantiall commodities.
And mighty blessings of this Realme of France
Bells, Rattles, hobby horses and such like
Which had brought so much wealth into the Land
Should now be changd into the smoke of vanitie
The smoke of superstition; for his owne part
He held a Garlick cloue being sanctifyed
Did edifie more the body of a man
Then a whole tun of this prophane Tobacco
Being tane without thankes-giuing; in a word
He said it was a ragge of Popery?
And none that were truely regenerate would
Prophane his Nosthrils with the smoke thereof
And speaking of your grace behind your back,
Of vaine Tobacco banisht from the land
Forfeare least for the great abuse thereof
Or candle were put out; and therewithall
Taking his handker-chiefe to wipe his mouth
As he had told a lie, he tun'd his noise
To the olde straine as if he were preparing
For a new exercise, But I my selfe
[Angry to heare this generous Tabacco
The Gentlemans Saint and the souldiers idoll
So ignorantly poluted] stood me vp
Tooke some Tabacco for a complement
Brake steame some twice or thrice, then shooke mine eares
And lickt my lipps, as if I begg'd attention
and so directing me to your sweet Grace
Thus I replyed,
Rho:, Mvg:
Rome for a speach there.
Silence
Dol-
I am amused, or I am in a quandarie gentlemen
[for in good faith I remember not well whether of them
was my words]
Phi:
Tis no matter either of them will serue the turne
Dol:
Whether I should (as the Poet sayes) eloquar,
an siliam? whether by answering a foole I should my
selfe seeme no lesse; or by giuing way to his winde (for
words are but winde) I might betray the cause; to the maintaynance
whereof, all true Troyans (from whose race we
claime our decent] owe all their patrimonies; and if neede
be their dearest blood, and their sweetest breath, I would
not be tedious to your highnes:
Phi:
You are not Sir: Proceede:
Dol.
Tabacco that excellent plant, the vse whereof
[as of fift Element] the world cannot want, is that
little shop of Nature, wherein her whole workeman-ship
is abridg'd, where you may see Earth kindled into fier, the
fire breath out an exhalation, which entring in at the mouth
walkes through the Regions of a mans brayne, driues
Humors by the the mouth, which in time might breed
a Scabbe ouer the whole body if already they haue not;
a plant of singular vse, for on the one side, Nature being
an Enemie to Vacuitie and emptines, and on the other,
there beeing so many empty braines in the World as there
are, how shall Natures course be continued? How shall
thiese empty braines be filled, but with ayre Natures
immediate instrument to that purpose? If with ayre, what
so proper as your fume: what sume so healthfull as your
perfume? what perfume so soueraigne as Tabacco? Besides
the excellent edge it giues a mans wit, [as they
can best iudge that haue beene present at a feast of Tobacco
where commonly all good witts are consorted]
what varietie of discourse it begetts? What sparkes of wit
it yeelds, it is a world to heare: as likewise to the courage
of a man, for if it be true, that Iohannes de sauo et
sauo et writes, that hee that drinkes Veriuice pisseth vinegere,
Then it must needs follow to be as true, that hee
that eates smoke, farts fire; for Garlicke I will not say
because it is a plant of our owne country? but it may cure
the diseases of the country, but for the diseases of the
Court, they are out of the Element of Garlick to medicine;
to conclude as there is no enemy to Tabacco but
Garlick, so there is no friend to Garlick, but a sheeps head
and so I conclude.
Phil:
Well Sir, Yf this be but your Naturall vaine
I must confesse I knew you not indeede
When I made offer to instruct your brayne
For the Ambassage, and will trust you now
If t'were to send you foorth to the great Turke
With an Ambassage
Dol:
But Sir in conclusion
T'was orderd for my speach, that since Tobacco
Had so long bin in vse, it should thence foorth
That none should dare to take it but a gentleman
Or he that had some gentlemanly humor
The Murr, the Head-ach, the Cattar, the bone-ach
Or other branches of the sharpe salt Rhewme
Fitting a gentleman.
Rho:
Your grace has made choise
Of a most simple Lo: Ambassador
Phi:
Well Sir you neede not looke for a commission
My hand shall well dispatch you for this busines
Take now the place and state of an Anbassador
Present our parson and performe our charge
And so farewell good Lord Ambassador
Dol:
Farewell good Duke and Gveaqvin to thee
Gve:
How now you foole? out you presumptious gull
D'ol:
How now you baggage? sfoote are you so coy
To the Dukes parson, to his second selfe?
are you to good dame to enlarge your selfe
Vnto your proper obiect? slight twere a good deede
Gve:
What meanes your grace to suffer me abus'd thus
Phi:
Sweet Loue be pleas'd; you do not know this Lord
Giue me thy hand my Lord:
Dol:
And giue me thine
Phil:
Farewell againe
D'ol:
Farewell againe to thee
Phi:
Now go thy ways for an ambassador
Dol:
Now goe thy wayes for a Duke
Exiunt Phil Gueaq; Iero:
Mvg:, Rho:
Most excellent Lord,
Rho.
Why this was well performd and like a Duke
Whose parson you most naturally present
D'ol:
I told you I would doo't, now ile begin
To make the world take notice I am noble
The first thing I will doe ile sweare to pay
No debts vpon my honor.
Mvg:
A good cheape proofe of your Nobilitie
But if I knew where I might pawne mine honor,
For some odd thousand Crownes, it shalbe layd:
Ile pay't againe when I haue done withall:
Then twill be expected I shalbe of some Religion,
I must thinke of some for fashion, or for faction sake,
As it becomes great personages to doe:
Ile thinke vpon't betwixt this and the day.
Rho.
Well sayd my Lord; this Lordship of yours wil worke
a mighty alteration in you: do you not feele it begins to worke
alreadie?
D'ol.
Fayth onely in this; it makes mee-thinke, how they
that were my Companions before, shall now be my fauorites:
They that were my Friends before, shall now be my followers:
They that were my Seruants before, shall now be my knaues:
But they that were my Creditors before, shall remaine my Creditors
still.
Mug.
Excellent Lord: Come, will you shew your Lordship
in the Presence now?
D'ol.
Faith I do not care, if I go and make a face or two there,
or a few gracefull legges; speake a little Italian, and away;
there's all a Presence doth require.
FINIS ACTVS SECVNDI.
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